It was the man to her left. They looked at each other for a second, a smile on their lips. As she was walking away she wandered why he looked so famil...ar. Those features... "Well," she thought "there are so many guests here every night, maybe he was here before." Just as she reached the coffee machine his friend got up and walked towards the exit when he turned around and said "Hey Jon," and continued in Dutch. HE replied something in Dutch as well, but even if it had been in English she. Morgan wore a very tight white tank top (no bra) with a light plunging sweater over it and a very form-fitting, short black skirt. She had on sheer black thigh high stockings and black ankle boots with three-inch heels. She looked amazing!We arrived at Shauna's place to pick her up and she was waiting for us in the parking lot. I guess she was excited about getting out! She looked hot! She wore her curls down and they flowed off her shoulders. She wore little makeup and her natural beauty. " Look at that, Nathan," I said, forcibly turning his head towards the incredible sight. "This is why I want to leave. Not something you did that I didn't like, or some rule I think we broke. I just... feel like we're polluting this place. There has to be somewhere that the sunsets don't take your breath away." Joe, does the sun not set in your homeland?" Of course it does, but not like this. I mean, it's so... And between the mountains like that... And then there's the green fields, and... ". We swabbed up the vomit and washed the floor before Jerry pumped the bilges and said he'd tidy the rest in the morning. We were both very tired and wet. The wind and the excitement as well as the physical strain of controlling the boat had sapped the energy from us, me particularly, and I'm sure I wasn't as much help as I should have been. Much of the stuff from the lockers was strewn around and some crockery was broken. "Would you like me to help Jerry?" I volunteered, "It's the least I can do.